Tuesday, March 8, 2016

For the most part, my blog is intended to provide a moment
of levity in an otherwise stressful world.
Every now and again, however, I like to tackle America’s burning
questions. The other day, a woman asked
me a question I have been asked many times before. No, not “Why do you have some many $1s?” (Editor’s Note: Although…) but rather,
“Why is it okay for black people to use the ‘N-word’?” I could’ve flippantly dismissed the question
by asking, “Why? Do you want to use
it?” That, however, wouldn’t have
furthered understanding, and, as anyone who knows me will tell you, Damion
McCloud is all about furthering understanding.

As a McCloud, I use the “N-Word” as many times as Samuel L.
Jackson uses “motherfucker”. [Ed’s Note: McClouds also use the word “motherfucker”
as much as Samuel L. Jackson uses the word “motherfucker”.] So, in an effort to explain what many people
wonder aloud, and even more wonder in silence, I will share what I told her and
expound upon those thoughts.

To answer the question effectively, one must understand the
question and why the question is being asked.
I will tackle the latter first.
Why do people ask that question?
In my experience, there are three reasons people ask that question:

They’re racist, and they want to be able to say
the word with all its original intent without being held accountable.(That’s a relatively small contingent as
racist usually don’t care what other people think.)

They’re not racist, but they’re upset that they
can be fired or made into a social pariah for using a word that others are
allowed to use freely without the same risk.

They believe it’s a horrible word, and that no
one should be able to use it. Ever.

Now, for the question itself. Although, there are several variants, the
question is essentially, “If the ‘N-word’ is so bad, then why is it okay for
black people to use it?”

Swear words can be directed at anyone and have the same
meaning regardless of who is using it or to whom it is directed. Hate speech, on the other hand, is used by
one group with the intent of telling / reminding another group that they are
less than. The “N-word” was created by
white people in times of slavery to remind black people that they were
property. When blacks gained their
freedom, it was used to remind them that, although they were no longer slaves,
they should remember their place. It was
not just the use of the word, sticks and stones and all that, but the actions
that accompanied the word (i.e. beatings, hangings, refusal of service) that
gave the word extra power. When those
actions became illegal, it was used to remind us that, no matter how far we have
come, we are still not equal.

As people became more enlightened, more accepting of those
different than themselves, the word became more taboo. Unacceptable in civilized society. I can remember a fourth grade classmate,
while reading aloud from a text book, refusing to say the name of the country
Niger, because he confused it with that most hateful of words.

One day, not sure when it first happened or how it spread [Ed’s Note: He knows; he just can’t tell
you.], the people who made “bad” mean “good”, took control of the “N-word”. With a slight modification, we turned it into
a term of endearment; a greeting whose use acknowledged a shared experience. That being said, we also use the word to
express anger, disappointment, sadness, disbelief, joy, caring, to see if an
intruder is in the house, etc. It is
truly a versatile word in both meaning and pronunciation. It is one of the most versatile words in
existence; second only to “motherfucker”.

“So,” you may be asking, “if the ‘N-word’ has lost its bite,
why can only black people use it?” There
are three main reasons. First of all, as
I mentioned, our use of that word, in part, acknowledges a shared
experience. No matter how many black
friends you have, how much hip-hop you know by heart, how many classes you’ve
taken, how many marches you’ve been in, how many documentaries you’ve seen, how
many books you’ve read, how many times you voted for Obama, or how enlightened
you may be, unless you are black, you will never have that experience.

Secondly, as much as we like to say the “N-word” doesn’t
have power, hearing it from the wrong people still triggers an emotional
(sometimes physical) response. As with
many things, it is not only what is being wielded, but who is doing the wielding. Like I mentioned before, the “N-word” was
created by white people to belittle and subjugate black people. So, white people asking black people why they
can’t use the “N-word” when black people can use it is like a serial killer
asking a chef why he is not permitted to use knives when the chef is free to do
so at his leisure. Because you have
shown that you cannot be trusted with it! No matter how far we have come, and we (the
greater “we”; blacks and whites) have come an extremely long way – most of us—we
have not achieved the post-racial society that some would have us believe. I was raised by school teachers, went to an
Ivy League school (The Wharton School of the University of Pennsylvania), work
for a large bank, and own two Jaguars, and I have been called the “N-word” in
its true sense more times than I care to remember.

Finally, the use of the “N-word” has gone from being widely
accepted to taboo to something whose use can turn someone into a social pariah
or even get them fired. That fact has
given the word newfound power. This
time, however, the power is not over those to whom the word was originally directed,
but rather over those who did the directing.
Allowing those who are not black to use it, or condemning its use by
black people, would remove that power…and we aren’t ready for that to happen
just yet.

About Me

People often look and the day-to-day mundanity that makes up their own lives and wish that their lives could be as exciting as those of their favorite celebrities, television personalities, movie stars, and cartoon characters. It has long been my belief that, with a few exceptions, those people’s lives are no more exciting than the people who idolize them. They just have better writers. The collection of stories within this blog is my attempt to close the gap.
So, why “Paving The Road to Hell”? It has often been said that “the road to Hell [like many roads in the Commonwealth of Virginia] is paved with good intentions”. (It’s actually paved with what is now referred to as “Nutella”, but that doesn’t play as well.) I often have good intentions. The actual outcomes, however, seem mostly to move me closer to eternal damnation. And “Dear Diary:”? I just thought the idea of a 6’4”, 240-lb black --yes, it’s okay to call me “black”. I find the term “African-American” annoying as not all black people are American.-- man that rarely smiles writing in a diary would be funny.
Enjoy.